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i’m tired, fed up, and on the rag. one would think life couldn’t get much more miserable than it is right now.
i want to cry.
everything hurts. my back, my legs, my head. the pain is constant and searing as much as it is constant.
i can sit down, with my head in my hands, and let the prokofiev surround me, heal me.
i can our take our memories to bed with me, from where we could see the sky, and wake up happy.
i can let the exhaustion seep into my skin and cramp me now, and sleep tight till it’s time to go.
i can think of you tomorrow and hope that you are feeling better, calmer, than i do, and that you’re doing ok.
but for now…i will dream about this man, and how best to do justice to his literary creativity tomorrow.
…and try and remember what someone (who is both immensely beautiful and ridiculously intelligent) told me, quite unaware that they were making a terrible lot of sense…that there is never a better time than now, and there is never a better place than here.
my now and here is superb.
i can sit here, and paint my life on a large canvas ; there will be no gaps, no voids.
this will never be over soon enough. for either of us. but, we’ll live. and even at the end of it all, we’ll be there.
I like the title of this post - it has a poetic, yet slightly sad tone to it!
Comment by R — June 13, 2006 @ 10:28 am
Congrats woman, heard the good news. We’ve all been through this, the pain, the sleepless nights, the man, the lifting, the carrying, the people in charge, etc but its all worth it at the end
Good luck and say congrats to everyone else for me.
Comment by Iroms — June 13, 2006 @ 1:26 pm
Did we get in?!?!?!?!!? tell meeeeee..!!!
Comment by TJ — June 14, 2006 @ 6:04 am